[The change in Cloud's demeanor does cause Daan to adapt; his voice is a bit softer, more genuine.]
I do. You're a very handsome man, Cloud. I'd struggle to see you in something you couldn't make work, but you did look particularly good in those clothes.
[ he doesn't know what to say to that. it's caught him completely off guard. like a deer in headlights, he makes some sort of breathless noise and looks around before his gaze returns to daan. ]
I... [ he's scratching his nose now. ] Well. [ and, as if very hyperconscious of the fact that anyone could overhear them-- ]
If... there's something you think I'll look good in, then... you can-- [ he's dying here. ] pick it out.
[ ugh. he sighs, feeling something faintly buzz beneath his skin. ]
Fine. [ he resigns with the air of a teenage boy. they enter the store, with cloud trailing behind his feet, visibly out of place but trying his best regardless. racks upon racks offering every kind of lingerie imaginable in varying colors, fabrics, and designs. he didn't even think underwear could look like this. ]
...A lot to pick from. [ cloud remarks, his gulp of air quite tangible. ] You... like silk, right?
Hmm, hardly surprising, considering the kind of store we're in and who it's catered to.
[There's a thoughtful look on Daan's face, then he glances at Cloud, pleasantly surprised.] ...Yes, that's right. And the nice thing is that true silk is quite... resilient.
[good for people who be ripping clothes off, maybe (no this will not stand up to super soldier strength)]
And what was it you said, that I'd look good in panties?
[ that surprises him, but he supposes... supersoldiers weren't going to be the norm in every part of the universe.
more notably, his mouth quirks up, a little amused at how daan flusters. ]
Don't worry. It'll look good either way.
[ he is, personally, a fan. cloud then stops in his tracks to thumb at a sheer, light blue set -- a pair of panties embellished with thin layers of lacework, ribbons attached to its sides. it's accompanied by garters and stockings.
he is clearly in deep thought right now. his eyes catch onto daan before flitting back to the lingerie. ]
[Quietly, he likes that they can manage that more, a steady graduation from shyly barely touching their hands together to Cloud now more firmly grasping his. Daan gently squeezes it in return.]
[ his grip on daan is steadfast, thumb rubbing into the lines of his palm. the lingerie is gestured towards him, and he realizes then that they’re going to have to part momentarily. ]
I’ll come in when you’re done. [ … ] Unless you need help.
[ which he technically could offer. that stint at corneo’s did teach him a bit about this. ]
[It's tempting to have Cloud in to help him, but he does want to also surprise him with how it might turn out. He turns his head, gently kissing his cheek with a fond look in his eye.]
I think I can figure out garters and panties. But thank you.
Just wait until I'm done. Then you can come... evaluate the results. See if it's worth it.
[ his features soften at that kiss — the patch of skin where daan’s lips had been tingles, and cloud looks on with the expression of a dog with its ears folded over. ]
…Fine. [ his arms fold, crossing over one another as he braces his back against the wall. probably in some attempt to appear cool and unbothered (he is neither of those things). ]
I’ll be waiting here. [ take your time, he means to say. ]
It's a pretty simple thing to get on, fortunately. After Daan undresses, he starts with the panties, which... yeah, they definitely don't really do much for covering his rear, but Daan had honestly been expecting that. And it's not really about getting a proper fit so much as it's about appealing to Cloud.
The stockings he carefully slides on, then hooks up to the garters, which is something he's a bit more familiar with but more for a practical use. This is again more for appearances than anything.
Daan opens the door, but doesn't open it all the way. He just looks out behind it.]
[ cloud jolts at the sound of his voice, completely demolishing his very convincingly unbothered veneer. he had spent the entire time simply wondering how he’d look as he changed, fingers traveling down skin, cloth hitching up against him.
…and now he’s inviting him to come take a look. okay. be cool. be normal. cloud stands at the front of his dressing room, looking around swiftly with a turn of the head before slipping in.
he holds his breath for a moment. gets a real good look, eyes drifting down his body, drinking in the sight. swallowing air, cloud takes a moment to speak. ]
You… [ a pause. ] look good. Really good.
[ he’s flustering right now, don’t mind. of course, he has to ask— ]
[It strikes him as a bit funny that Cloud thinks he has to put on such an appearance, but... well, at the same time, Daan does also understand a bit what that's like.
But he likes him as is. Especially when he's sweet, and soft with Daan.
For now, Daan welcomes Cloud into the changing room, looking satisfied at his assessment so far.]
Then you did well in picking this out, didn't you?
[yep of course that was gonna happen. At least this time Daan is expecting it and offers a wry smile before he turns around for Cloud, bending over just slightly for him.]
[ yeah, all of this is going straight to his dick. his lips thin into a line as he tries to contain himself, but the flush on his face is undeniably visible now. ]
Don’t think… [ … ] it was a matter of what I picked. You were always going to look good.
[ and of course, daan bends over, as if dangling a carrot on a stick. well, he didn’t say he couldn’t touch so— cloud minimizes the distance between them, hands coming up to palm at his ass. ]
Sweet of you to say. I'll keep it in mind if I ever get more.
[The warm palm finding his ass brings a soft sigh from Daan, and he glances over his shoulder at Cloud. He smiles faintly, but a bit of pink forms on his face.]
And that's why I normally get my clothing tailor made.
[ his fingers hook into the panties — he draws it back far enough that it snaps back with a pronounced thwack. having a little too much fun with this. ]
[The sound snaps sharply in the air, stinging his skin just a touch. At least enough that he feels it go to his dick. His ears burn, somewhat flustered. More importantly, he isn't telling Cloud to stop, content with the attention.]
I suppose that I could.
Would you like that, Cloud? Knowing I'm wearing these specifically when I'm around you, and no one else.
Hmm... [There's a brief pause from Daan as he hums at that hand grabbing him harder. He doesn't try to get away, placing a hand against the opposing wall for support.]
Just for me? [ he asks with a mock incredulousness. one hand gropes at daan’s ass while the other finds his chest, tweaking one of his nipples as he slowly imposes over him just enough that he’s cornered against the wall.
[A soft, pleased hiss passes through his lips, tender flesh toyed with, but he pushes into Cloud's hands however he can. A quiet encouragement, and certainly reassurance that he does like it.
It's... rare for him to feel actually safe with someone, after all.
There's a wry, quiet laugh from him. Well, he deserves that.]
What was it you said... I wouldn't be here if I didn't?
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[The change in Cloud's demeanor does cause Daan to adapt; his voice is a bit softer, more genuine.]
I do. You're a very handsome man, Cloud. I'd struggle to see you in something you couldn't make work, but you did look particularly good in those clothes.
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I... [ he's scratching his nose now. ] Well. [ and, as if very hyperconscious of the fact that anyone could overhear them-- ]
If... there's something you think I'll look good in, then... you can-- [ he's dying here. ] pick it out.
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Well. We'll see, won't we?
For now, you help pick something for me. Then we'll try for you. All right?
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Fine. [ he resigns with the air of a teenage boy. they enter the store, with cloud trailing behind his feet, visibly out of place but trying his best regardless. racks upon racks offering every kind of lingerie imaginable in varying colors, fabrics, and designs. he didn't even think underwear could look like this. ]
...A lot to pick from. [ cloud remarks, his gulp of air quite tangible. ] You... like silk, right?
[ listen, he noticed. ]
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[There's a thoughtful look on Daan's face, then he glances at Cloud, pleasantly surprised.] ...Yes, that's right. And the nice thing is that true silk is quite... resilient.
[good for people who be ripping clothes off, maybe (no this will not stand up to super soldier strength)]
And what was it you said, that I'd look good in panties?
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'Course you know that. [ just call him mr. fancy pants at this point. ] I doubt it's any match for me.
[ and then right as he regains his bearings, he's back to square one. ]
...Yes. [ said through gritted teeth. ] It'll be a miracle if we find ones that fit.
[ ahem. two can play at this game. ]
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[Daan clears his throat after he hears that, then gives Cloud a small but playful nudge with his elbow.]
...Well, we're hardly here for the functionality, so I suppose it wouldn't matter if they fit well or not.
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more notably, his mouth quirks up, a little amused at how daan flusters. ]
Don't worry. It'll look good either way.
[ he is, personally, a fan. cloud then stops in his tracks to thumb at a sheer, light blue set -- a pair of panties embellished with thin layers of lacework, ribbons attached to its sides. it's accompanied by garters and stockings.
he is clearly in deep thought right now. his eyes catch onto daan before flitting back to the lingerie. ]
...Hm.
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[And really, he can't fault Cloud for teasing his... assets, as it were. Daan likes a good exchange of teasing anyway.
But he follows the other's gaze, the way Cloud considers the lingerie. Stockings and garters too, hm?
Daan tilts his head, finding he likes the color as well. So he sidles up, and brushes his hand against Cloud's.]
I see that's caught your eye. [He examines the panties mostly, humming.] Wonder if they'd let me get away with trying it on for you.
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Pretty sure they will. [ his free hand is still running down the fabric — before he snatches it off the rack. ]
Wanna give it a go?
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Sure. Give it here, and I'll give it a try.
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I’ll come in when you’re done. [ … ] Unless you need help.
[ which he technically could offer. that stint at corneo’s did teach him a bit about this. ]
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I think I can figure out garters and panties. But thank you.
Just wait until I'm done. Then you can come... evaluate the results. See if it's worth it.
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…Fine. [ his arms fold, crossing over one another as he braces his back against the wall. probably in some attempt to appear cool and unbothered (he is neither of those things). ]
I’ll be waiting here. [ take your time, he means to say. ]
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It's a pretty simple thing to get on, fortunately. After Daan undresses, he starts with the panties, which... yeah, they definitely don't really do much for covering his rear, but Daan had honestly been expecting that. And it's not really about getting a proper fit so much as it's about appealing to Cloud.
The stockings he carefully slides on, then hooks up to the garters, which is something he's a bit more familiar with but more for a practical use. This is again more for appearances than anything.
Daan opens the door, but doesn't open it all the way. He just looks out behind it.]
Hey. Come in and have a look.
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…and now he’s inviting him to come take a look. okay. be cool. be normal. cloud stands at the front of his dressing room, looking around swiftly with a turn of the head before slipping in.
he holds his breath for a moment. gets a real good look, eyes drifting down his body, drinking in the sight. swallowing air, cloud takes a moment to speak. ]
You… [ a pause. ] look good. Really good.
[ he’s flustering right now, don’t mind. of course, he has to ask— ]
Turn around, too.
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But he likes him as is. Especially when he's sweet, and soft with Daan.
For now, Daan welcomes Cloud into the changing room, looking satisfied at his assessment so far.]
Then you did well in picking this out, didn't you?
[yep of course that was gonna happen. At least this time Daan is expecting it and offers a wry smile before he turns around for Cloud, bending over just slightly for him.]
Well?
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Don’t think… [ … ] it was a matter of what I picked. You were always going to look good.
[ and of course, daan bends over, as if dangling a carrot on a stick. well, he didn’t say he couldn’t touch so— cloud minimizes the distance between them, hands coming up to palm at his ass. ]
Knew they wouldn’t fit, though.
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[The warm palm finding his ass brings a soft sigh from Daan, and he glances over his shoulder at Cloud. He smiles faintly, but a bit of pink forms on his face.]
And that's why I normally get my clothing tailor made.
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You could just wear these around me.
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I suppose that I could.
Would you like that, Cloud? Knowing I'm wearing these specifically when I'm around you, and no one else.
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[ he’s blunt about it, as he usually was. this time, cloud’s hand shoves into the fabric of his panties, groping harshly. ]
Could wear it under your clothes. Then let me see the rest for myself.
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Guess I'd better get a few of these, huh.
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in daan’s own words: ]
You really do like me, huh?
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It's... rare for him to feel actually safe with someone, after all.
There's a wry, quiet laugh from him. Well, he deserves that.]
What was it you said... I wouldn't be here if I didn't?
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